I really do have a frustrated, daddy complex,’ he thought, sighing loudly.He had forgotten she had grown up where they were going. She had managed t... keep herself safe for a year, all alone before he had appeared. If she couldn’t look after the pig, then probably no one else could either.The trip down didn’t take long. The had shifted the Fortune’s orbit a little, so the ship sat over the hump of land they planned to settle. Terry planted the transporter exactly where he had landed it before.He. She smiled devilishly because she knew what I was going to do. My cock was getting harder and was now hovering near her face. In one quick move I thrust it into her mouth causing her to gag slightly which if I was honest turned me on even more. She was still putting up a fight and not wanting to let her stop I grabbed hold of her head and began to fuck her pretty young face. In an effort to desensitize my aching cock I occasionally pulled out of her mouth and rubbed my tip across her face. I. But since it’s what I would have ordered anyway, I decide not to argue about it.“How thoughtful. And did you also order my dinner for me?” I say but with a hint of teasing in my tone.“No, but I’m happy to if you’re the indecisive type.”“I think I’ll manage,” I say back dryly.The server comes over with two flutes, a bucket and the bottle Lauren ordered. He offers for her to take the first sip, which she gestures for me to take.My eyes don’t leave hers as I take the first sip and nod to the. He said 'Uncle Carl' was just a regular guy. He'd drink beer with Roscoe's dad (who was black as the Ace of Spades, by the way), play with the kids some, crack jokes, and take a load off his feet when they visited. One thing though – Roscoe said his dad told him not only was the President scary smart, as in the smartest man he'd ever met, he was also the most unpretentious and plainest speaking man he ever knew. His dad told him the President wasn't just 'test' smart, but he was also people.